Black Mafia Family (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Secrets And Lies - full transcript
Shit, as long as we
keep the yard manicured
and maintain foot traffic,
our stash gon' be good.
Fuck!
I love you.
I love you too.
Lamar.
I don't know, it's something
different about you.
So I guess you want us
to fall back
while Old School work his magic.
I gave you the info
to the food trucks
and the stash house.
I'll do what I have to do
to get their trust.
You been looking at me
like you a dog
and I'm a damn steak,
so no, we ain't fucking.
Came to see
if you wanted some company.
I got a little extra for you
for your inconvenience.
You still need me
as much as I need you.
We can file a malpractice suit.
I want them to pay
for what they done to my son.
- You Big L?
- I only work with you.
I don't work with your brother
or anyone else directly.
Not a problem at all.
Fuck!
Somebody hobbling around
southwest Detroit
with a fucked-up limp right now.
Old boy got us for everything.
We just lost
everything we fuckin' had.
Everybody lie.
All the time.
'Bout big things, little things.
Most of us learn
to do it at an early age.
Okay, sweetie.
So take this note
to your teacher,
and if she asks
why you were absent,
just tell her
you weren't feeling well, okay?
Yes, ma'am, but why can't I
just tell the truth...
That our lights got cut out?
Boy, just do what I said.
You still doing homework?
- Yes, Daddy.
- Don't work too hard.
Hey, babe.
Does this look good on me?
Yeah.
Looks good on you, baby.
Hey.
We don't do it to hurt people.
We lie because we don't
wanna disappoint them,
because sometimes
the truth is too painful.
Only hours after
being operated on,
you tried to leave the hospital
against medical advice, correct?
Objection to
"against medical advice."
Lacks foundation.
You told a nurse
that you wanted to go home,
and she told you that wasn't
a good idea, correct?
I don't remember, no.
And then minutes later,
you tried to leave
the hospital, correct?
Conclusory.
Your objection is
noted for the record.
You can still answer
the question.
Answer only if you know
that you were trying
to leave the hospital.
I was trying to find my brother.
And as you were trying
to leave, you passed out,
and your smashed your head on
the floor, isn't that correct?
Answer only
what you know happened
and not what
other people told you.
I don't remember.
Would you please take a look
at these photographs
labeled defense exhibits
five and six?
Do these photos show you
and your brother
getting out
of a Mercedes-Benz 190?
Relevance.
This is a deposition.
There's no judge here.
All of your objections
are on the record.
Unless you want to suspend this
and wait for a ruling.
- You can answer that.
- Yes.
In exhibits three and four,
do they show you
and your brother wearing
fur coats and Rolex watches?
What does your father do
for a living?
He works at the Cadillac factory
and the hospital.
And your mother?
She works at Wendy's.
And yet these photographs show
you and your brother
getting out of a $30,000 car.
Isn't it true that you
and your brother
are both selling crack cocaine?
How he was shot isn't relevant
to whether your client
acted negligently
by screwing up his surgery.
Maybe not.
But it appears
that your client is engaged
in one of the most
violent professions imaginable,
so we are entitled to examine
whether or not any
potentially violent activity
that he engaged in after he
was released from the hospital
may have contributed
to his injury.
You know what?
Now we will suspend.
Let's go.
Be thorough.
Motherfucker's always
on some slick shit.
- He's straight.
- - And he better be flush too,
or his ass ain't
walkin' outta here.
- Don't trip. It's all there.
- Get this nigga his re-up.
Actually, I won't be needing it.
What you talking about?
You taught me and Tee
everything we know
about the game,
and I'll forever be thankful
to you for that.
But maybe it's just time
we go our separate ways, man.
Oh, so y'all niggas done
found a new plug, huh,
didn't you?
That don't mean shit.
I still own your rights.
Pat, you said it yourself.
I'm dead to you.
Motherfucker, I been
wipin' your ass for years.
Ever since you wasn't shit
but a speck of dust on the 75.
So I ain't letting you stab me
in my back, nigga,
until I'm made whole
on my investment.
Pat, you been shortchanging us
this whole time, man.
Payin' cents on the dollar
for the 30 grand a day
we been moving for you
for years!
And on top of that, you killed
Rock and threatened me.
Lessons, Meech.
You know what the first lesson
is you ever taught me?
Never get high
off your own supply.
What you saying, motherfucker?
Pat, you like a father...
Shut the fuck up.
I'm just trying to stand
on my own, man.
After everything
we been through?
It don't gotta be like this.
This ain't no friendly push
out the nest, nigga.
You excommunicated.
You banished.
You stay
in your motherfucking lane,
or I swear to God, nigga,
I'll wax your little ass.
- Pat.
- Get the fuck out of my shop.
- Daddy, you're here.
- There she go.
Don't you know
it's rude to wake somebody up
without making breakfast?
- Um, I can make something.
- All right.
How about some, uh,
s-some pancakes?
Okay.
Um, can you pick me up
from school today?
It's up to your mom.
We'll see.
Okay.
I will be back with pancakes.
You don't trust me
pickin' her up?
No, it's not that
I don't trust you.
It's just that ever since
I've known your ass,
you ain't never been on time.
You right, time is not
my greatest quality.
But I wanna be a good dad.
That means be more responsible.
So I promise to pick
our daughter up on time.
Scout's honor.
That ain't no damn Scout sign.
Nah?
All right.
I'm gonna give you this chance.
But do not fuck this up.
I promise, I got you.
Don't trip.
Oh, that was a bright idea
to have a 12-year-old
cook some pancakes.
I know. I know.
I was just trying to buy us
some more time, though.
Lamar.
Come on, tell me
this don't feel right.
- Let me go lock this door.
- All right.
Yeah, I don't know
if I should just keep running
or accept this fucking money.
I don't know, man.
I don't know.
Nigga, don't do
no motherfucking running.
You better take
whatever they offer you
so we can put
this lawsuit shit behind us.
And just let them off the hook?
Get the fuck outta here.
Whatchu looking for, Tee?
Mo' money? Huh?
Meech, I can barely see
out of my fucking eye.
You damn skippy I want more.
Matter of fact,
more importantly,
I want justice, nigga.
That's what the fuck I want,
especially when I'm gon' be
like this for the rest
of my fucking life.
- I get that.
- Do you, nigga?
I get it.
- You do?
- Yeah, I do.
But if you keep pushing,
you gon' put our whole shit
under a microscope, nigga.
Yeah, you didn't think
about that.
Yo, since Pat cut our water off
and this ugly motherfucker
stole all our shit,
how the fuck
we gon' get in with Big L?
How much you holding?
Not a hell of a lot
at the moment.
Shit, then we gon' have
to stutter-step.
Until what?
Yo, I only got
one shot with Big L.
Fuck you mean you got one shot?
I mean we, nigga.
Motherfu... damn.
W-we! Damn.
And we can't let shit
fall apart.
Not now.
We need to go get
our shit back from Lamar.
I don't know how.
Everybody got weaknesses, Tee.
Even that crazy motherfucker.
And I think I might know
what one is, too.
But you ain't gon' like it.
I'm not even sure
if I am either.
Man, I ain't trying
to hear this shit.
I'm out.
Eeeeh!
Hey, Zoe. Hey.
- Uh...
- Hey.
I thought my daddy
was picking me up.
Oh, he got tied up, so your
momma told me to come get you.
You had a good day at school?
- Yes!
- Oh, that's good, that's good.
Thanks for the new shoes,
Uncle Meech.
Oh, you like 'em?
- Yes.
- I got 'em 'specially for you.
What happened to your nice car?
Oh, it's in the shop
right now gettin' fixed.
But are you up
for some burgers and fries?
All right, now strap
your seatbelt on,
'cause we 'bout to go
on an adventure.
If a lie is big enough,
you have to cover it up.
And that's when
the problem starts.
'Cause you have to keep
lyin' over and over again
to conceal your secret.
♪ I got everything
On the line ♪
♪ I'm out here
I'm on the grind ♪
♪ Trying to get mine ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ D's ain't that good ♪
♪ These niggas is ratting ♪
♪ They tell them
What's going on ♪
♪ That's how they know
What's happening ♪
♪ I'm riding
With the top down ♪
♪ Trunk full of yola ♪
♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical ♪
♪ I move that Coca-Cola ♪
♪ Thousand grams of pure ♪
♪ Though I fuck
With the weirdos ♪
♪ They snort away the pain ♪
♪ Bang their dope
In their vein ♪
♪ Shorty crying
Christmas ain't coming ♪
♪ Her pop's locked up ♪
♪ When it hurts the worst ♪
♪ Your ace find out
She knocked up ♪
♪ Welfare ain't an option ♪
♪ When the Feds
Come knocking ♪
♪ It's all fucked up
So wish me luck ♪
♪ At least
You could wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ All you got to do
Is wish me luck, yeah ♪
- Hey. You good?
- Hmm?
You-you know Zoe? You seen her?
Um, I think her dad
picked her up already.
Sarah, let's go.
Hey, remember me?
We got Zoe.
Even exchange.
The stash you stole
for your daughter.
You crazy, nigga?
You fucking crazy, nigga?
Go ahead, nigga.
Go ahead, fuck me up. Do it.
And you'll never see
your daughter again.
Same thing if you try
to make moves against us
or call the popo.
Bitch-ass nigga.
Hey, man, get everybody ass
right now, nigga.
Now! Now!
Coney's got
the best fries, right?
I like Mickey D's,
but these are good too.
Thanks, Uncle Meech.
Hey, you know I don't
live far from here, right?
Oh, I know, but your mom
got really busy,
so I got you for the whole
afternoon.
She didn't tell me
anything about this.
And plus, my dad
was supposed to pick me up.
♪ They said you were
With some other guy ♪
Hey, I thought it'd be fun
to introduce you
to a friend of mine.
Look, I know you'll like her.
She's got plenty of toys
and games.
I guess.
We'll go for ice cream
right after, okay?
You can have as much
as you want.
Look, I won't even tell your mom
if you won't.
A rocky road sundae
with extra marshmallows?
Extra, extra marshmallows.
I don't care about appearances.
I'm talking about
what actually happened.
That offer's
completely unacceptable.
Your client was negligent
and responsible
for hampering
my client's vision.
Terry.
I'ma ask you
this question one time,
and I expect you
to tell me the truth.
Are you dealing drugs
with your brother?
- Nah.
- Look me straight in the eye.
I think you can do better.
Ma, I'm not dealing drugs
with Meech.
I'm not!
- All right. All right.
- Fine.
Let me talk to my client,
and I'll get back to you.
The hospital's making an offer
for $25,000.
- That's all?
- Hold on.
What the hell you mean?
That's a lot of doggone money.
Not for our son's vision.
If we accept it, is that it?
I mean, could we get more
if Terry's vision gets worse?
No.
You'd be signing away
all other claims.
Well, what you think
we should do?
They're gonna make a big deal
out of the fact
that Terry tried to leave
the hospital and fell.
- And the photos...
- Terry is not dealing drugs.
Even if that's true,
if you don't take the money
and we go to trial,
it'll be about
what a jury believes.
If they think Terry's
partially to blame,
they could give him
less than 25,000,
or nothing at all.
We have three days to decide.
Wanna run it back?
You're so much cuter
with your mouth closed.
Yo, what's up with you?
First, you would never look
in my vicinity.
Now you show up and fuck me
like a damn old-school porno.
You're stupid.
Nah, for real.
What's up with that?
You find $100,
you stare around
wondering where it came from,
or you pick it up
and you count your blessings?
I'ma count my blessings, baby.
Okay.
Wait.
Who the hell is paging me
from a 900 code?
That's Meech.
Shit.
Hey. It's Kato.
No, but I'll be there
in a halfie.
Meech says he wants
to meet me at my place.
- For what?
- Hell if I know.
But he said it's important,
and don't be late.
I want you to find
where Meech and Terry
lay their fucking heads.
A'ight, find their momma,
their daddy, their sister,
they drunk-ass uncle,
they big titty auntie,
nigga, I don't give a fuck!
You knew this would blow back
when you snatched they stash.
Pulling niggas off the street
take money out our pockets, man.
I don't give a shit
about no money, nigga.
They snatched my daughter.
Aren't you the one
that said our new mandate
was business first?
I mean, no disrespect.
I'm just tryin' to think
of the bigger picture.
A'ight. You good.
We good, nigga.
And, you know,
you-you can bounce, nigga.
Matter of fact, all y'all can.
A'ight?
W-we good. We good, nigga.
No doubt.
- Thank you for the reminder.
- Anytime.
- A'ight.
- Yeah. Anytime.
Back y'all scary asses up.
Y'all ain't finna do shit.
- Man.
- Dude.
Now, I don't pay you to think
about the big picture, nigga.
Matter of fact, I don't
pay you to think at all.
Lamar. Come on, man.
We need
all the soldiers we got, G.
Y'all get the fuck on.
And y'all better find me
them light-skinned niggas!
- Bryant.
- Can I at least finish my tea?
Interview room one.
Lopez found a witness
on our MIA.
Get in there.
- Let him handle it.
- It's not a request.
I'll be in observation.
How tall? 5'10"?
- No, he was 6'2".
- That's very specific.
I'm estimating to the car,
which was 52 inches,
assuming standard wheels,
which it had.
You like numbers,
huh, Mr. May?
Oh, very much.
I see them, you know?
I see them when I think of them,
in relation to one another.
I'm told that
not everybody does that.
I, for one, sure the hell don't.
Do you?
No.
What else do you remember
about the man?
Well, it was dark out.
He was brown-skinned.
More like peanut butter
than milk chocolate.
And he was 28 inches
across here.
And you saw that person
force someone into a sedan.
It was a Ford LTD.
You know cars, too.
It was a '79, '80,
with the full row of taillights.
Won't help you much in Detroit.
Probably a few thousand or two
floating around in the city
as we speak.
I know a few myself.
You mind if we show you
some pictures?
- Of cars?
- People.
Oh. Okay.
Are any of these men
the person you saw?
No. He's not there.
I am certain.
- Are you sure?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay. Thanks for coming.
If uh, you remember anything
else, Mr. May,
please don't hesitate
to contact us.
Worried about this
doggone settlement.
Don't be.
Terry's not settling.
Since when you start making
decisions like that without me?
Since you moved out.
You know, that's a lot
of money they talking about.
Enough to put Terry
through school
and to get him out from under
his brother's thumb.
Don't start all of that.
You saw the same pictures I did,
and you can't possibly believe
he's an innocent child
who borrowed all that stuff
from his brother.
I believe my son.
And you believe him
when he said Lawanda's uncle
bought that Mercedes too?
That hospital is trying
to get off scot-free.
25,000 ain't no walk
in the park.
That is chump change
for what they did to our son.
And he'll probably be scarred
for the rest of his life.
And now they trying to tear
down his reputation too?
No. Their butts are gonna pay.
Lucille, if you push too hard...
You've made your point, okay?
What's that supposed to mean?
You don't live here anymore,
remember?
- We can't keep her here.
- Why? You got other plans?
No, I don't fuck
with kids, Meech.
Which is why I ain't got none.
The only damn toy
I got lying around here
is my motherfucking dildo.
All you gotta do is keep
her entertained. That's it.
And what if she wanna
call her mom?
Man, I took care
of that already.
Man.
Yeah, look, we not gonna
hurt this little girl.
All we gotta do is just
hold her, just for a bit.
That's it.
Yo, Tee, you on board with this?
Wait, hold on,
I know you not questioning us.
You a fucking foot soldier.
Remember that.
- Hello.
- Hey, Kato.
Hold up.
What's up?
Meech and them snatched
my fucking daughter.
You heard anything?
Nothing.
They ain't told me shit.
Well, I'ma need you to stick
your fucking nose around
and sniff.
I can't start asking about shit
I'm not supposed
to have my nose in.
Somebody over there?
Nah, that's my damn TV.
A'ight, well, if you hear
anything or get a bead
on Meech, I'ma need you
to beep me right away.
Ha. Hey, tell cuzzo
I can't wait to see him.
Where'd they go?
They left.
Yo, this was a bad idea, Meech.
Lamar's gonna snap the fuck out.
Good. Then he see
he don't got no play
and give us our shit back.
Motherfucker,
we just put a bounty
on both our kids' heads.
And not to mention the rest
of our fucking family.
Lamar don't know where we live.
Even if he does, he gon' run up
on them hitters I hired.
For how long, Meech?
And even if we do
get our shit back,
it ain't like this loopy nigga's
just gonna go poof
and fucking disappear.
Man, quit pump-faking, Tee.
It was this or killing
that motherfucker.
Man, fuck, that ain't
the worst idea I heard.
Nigga, what?
Who gon' do it, huh?
Nigga, Bryant's already on
my nuts for this Jay-Mo shit.
B-Mickie's the reason
we in this shit.
And no disrespect, your ass
barely held it together
burying Rock.
So now you telling me
you ready to put a gun
to this crazy motherfucker's
head and blow his brains out?
Tch. Man, stop it.
Yeah, but what if shit
go sideways? Huh?
Then I got a plan to cover
both our asses just in case.
Oh.
All we gotta do
is stick together, man.
Womb to the tomb, nigga.
Psshh. Yeah.
Womb to the tomb.
Lamar!
Are you back here...
You ain't hear me calling you?
Yo, I was just, uh...
Where's Zoe?
I've been paging you.
You supposed to've been home.
She in there
asleep or something?
Zoe, come on. Let's go.
Mommy's... move!
- Somebody took Zoe.
- Nigga, don't play with me.
What the fuck you mean,
somebody took Zoe?
- Look, I need you to calm down.
- I'm about to call the police!
You can't do that.
- Why the hell I can't?
- 'Cause Meech took Zoe!
Meech got Zoe?
Why the fuck
would he do something...
This got something to do with
y'all street shit, don't it?
I knew I shouldn't have
trust your ass!
I knew I shouldn't
have fucking trust you!
- Mo, calm down.
- Let me the fuck go!
- Please, Mo.
- Let me go!
Look, I p-promise you, I
promise you I'ma get Zoe back.
All right? Please.
Look, I just need you
to tell me where Meech lives.
- Somewhere in Southwest.
- What, y...
You ain't never been
to their house before?
Fuckin' lived with his parents.
Hey, yo, 'Mar, man.
Hey.
We can't find them niggas, dog.
A'ight, I done searched
all through Ecorse,
all through Rouge.
Went through every gas station,
church, school.
Nobody knows where Terry
and Meech live at, dog.
That's 'cause they stay
in a hole.
A'ight, I want you to posse up
and go search every single
fucking street out there!
Me, nigga?
- You straight, Mo?
- We good, nigga. We good.
We just need
to find our daughter.
You want me to find her.
I'm hopping around
like a fucking kangaroo.
Which Coney Island did you hit?
Lafayette.
I'm an American guy myself.
That explains things.
Autopsy report confirms
Jay-Mo died
of a single gunshot to the head.
Sounds about right.
Anything in there
we didn't know?
He's got two pierced ears.
You know, I never understood
why dudes wear earrings.
You know, it seem like
some bitch shit,
like high heels, you know?
You know men were actually
the first people in history
to wear earrings?
And there's little documentation
about how it became
a female expression.
Okay.
Something you trying to tell me?
Just that we only recovered
a single diamond stud.
So it's probably at the bottom
of the river somewhere.
Probably.
Just something
to keep our eyes on.
Shit.
- What the fuck you hear?
- Not a damn thing.
Where the fuck is she?
Yo, I don't have your daughter.
Who the fuck
was watching cartoons?
Me. I fucking love Bugs Bunny.
Kato, I swear to God.
Lamar, you know I wouldn't
hide your daughter from you.
Kato, on your life...
Lamar!
Meech, can I go home now?
I have homework to do.
Okay, your mom just went to
the grocery store really quick,
but how about some ice cream
on the way?
- I guess.
- Come on.
Rocky road
with extra marshmallows, right?
Okay.
So you telling me
you ain't seen Meech nowhere?
No. B-Mick hit me earlier,
told me to go home.
Why the fuck they want you
to stay home?
I don't know.
They didn't say why.
All right.
All right, man, where
in Southwest do they live?
I don't know, Lamar.
I don't know.
Hey. Hey.
So we gon' go after
they people or what, huh?
Huh?
I'm sendin' his people
back to him in pieces.
You sure he's not gon' hurt Zoe?
I don't know.
Yo.
This the dead man
that's got my daughter?
- Is that my mom?
- No, it's not your mommy.
Just make a donation.
I'll deliver a doll.
Look, motherfucker,
you just signed yourself
a death warrant.
Hey, well, that's a risk
I'm willin' to take.
Nigga, I ain't gon' give you
shit back, a'ight?
So you do what the fuck
you wanna do.
- Hey yo, Tee, we straight?
- Straighter than 6:00.
All right, bet.
Uncle Meech, we going
to get ice cream, right?
Yep. And then one more stop
before we go home.
Might have to move
a few things around.
Yeah, man, we gon' take
a few hours, bro...
Come on with it.
Come on with it.
Come on, come on.
Surprise, motherfucker!
You know what it is, nigga.
50 Boyz.
Shut the fuck up, nigga.
You know what it is.
You know
what the fuck it was, nigga.
♪ The tune'll get rougher ♪
♪ When you start to stutter ♪
♪ That's when you had
Enough of ♪
♪ Biting
It'll make you choke ♪
♪ You can't provoke
You can't cope ♪
♪ You should've broke
Because I ain't no joke ♪
Get your bitch ass
in the trunk, nigga!
We not fucking playing!
Shut up.
Fuck's wrong with you, nigga?
Ah, shit!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
You see that shit?
50 Boyz, nigga!
That nigga was scared as shit.
♪ 'Cause you're expressing ♪
♪ The rhyme that I'm styling ♪
♪ This is what we all
Sit down to write ♪
♪ You can't make it
So you take it home ♪
Fuck y'all.
I already told you Tom
and Jerry-looking motherfuckers
I don't know shit
about no robbery.
Bitch, we know
you was fucking there.
Our homeboy
shot you in your leg.
Fuck you,
you skinny motherfucker.
- Ohh...
- Chill! Chill.
Let me handle this, B.
Oh, I'ma fucking kill you.
All you gotta do is just
tell us where our shit is,
and I'ma cut you loose,
straight up, no bullshit.
Straight up...
I ain't tellin' you
or this malnourished-looking
motherfucker shit!
Nigga, didn't I say I got this?
I got this!
Damn, B!
Be a good boy, bitch.
Shut the fuck up, nigga.
Now, just do us both
a fucking favor
and just tell me
where our shit is,
before my boy
loses his shit again.
This is what I can
tell you, nigga.
All right?
Your eye is really
fucking misleading, my nigga.
I don't know
what's going on over here.
And second, homie,
Lamar's gonna bring
your ugly-ass baby to you
back in fucking pieces.
Fuck you, nigga.
Fuck!
All right,
this is what I'ma tell you.
Hey, my bitch
hit harder than you.
And look, homie,
you gon' wish the shooter
would have blew
your fucking brains out...
You gon' wish you never
- said that.
- You lopsided... ohh!
Fucker!
Fuck you.
Fuck!
Fuck his shit, Terry.
Fuck you, nigga.
50 Boyz, nigga.
- Oh, shit.
- Bryant.
What are you doing?
Uh, can't seem to find
my house keys.
Want me to chip in and help?
No, no, no, I'm good.
All right.
I'll see you tomorrow.
All right.
The fuck?
Hey, yo, we tried everything.
This nigga ain't talkin'.
Man, do I gotta
fuckin' do everything?
Untie this nigga
and clean y'all self up, man.
Untie this nigga, man!
That's you?
Yeah, you a old head
who tougher than most.
I see that.
Lotta niggas woulda
folded by now.
Not you.
Cut the good cop,
bad cop shit, nigga.
We ain't fucking friends.
Now, see, that let me know
you don't give a fuck
about yourself.
Get your ass up.
Let me show you something.
Get the fuck up, nigga!
I ain't stutter.
Come on, nigga.
You see, I know
you more scared of Lamar
than anything
I could ever do to you.
I'ma show you something.
You see her?
Yo, what the fuck?
Nigga, you ain't
a fucking killer.
Nah, but I'm desperate as fuck.
So you got a choice.
Tell me where the fuck
my dope at
and I give her back
safely to Lamar.
You get to be the hero, nigga.
But if not,
I'ma cut her fucking head off,
and I'ma mail it back
to that nigga Lamar
with a note in that bitch
that say you had a chance
to save his daughter
and you fucking failed.
I'm fucked either way.
Which one you think
Lamar care more about?
A stash he stole
or his fucking daughter?
Fuck.
12th Street
and Harper Ave, nigga.
What?
12th Street
and Harper Ave, nigga.
The stash is in the kitchen,
underneath the floorboards.
Now, you know
what's gonna happen
if I find out you lying, right?
Listen, I'm telling your
happy ass the fuckin' truth.
Now gimme Zoe so we can
get the fuck outta here.
Hey, get this dirty-ass nigga
some clothes, man.
The fuck?
Hey.
Probably been hearing
some foul things about me,
but I want you to know
that none of it's true.
I love you and Zoe very much.
Today made me realize
you were right.
Our family's a hell of a unit.
I really hope that we can
get that back someday.
Daddy!
Hey.
All right,
we're gonna get you home.
Your mom's waiting. All right?
I got that address
on the Flenorys.
All right, Terry Jr.
Finally went down.
Fingers crossed.
That's really good.
You want to tell me
what happened?
My mom wants me to keep fighting
and Pops and Meech want me
to just take the deal.
Terry, what do you want to do?
I really don't know.
I mean, what they offering,
me and Meech make that shit
in a day.
What?
I'm just sayin'
it wouldn't be a bad idea
to have some money of your own.
Of my own? What you mean?
Look, I don't know...
if doing everything with Meech
is best for you.
Or us.
Shit.
Zoe!
Is everything okay, Momma?
I had fun with Uncle Meech.
I'm glad, honey.
Let's get you in for a bath.
Look, Mo, I'm so sor...
You ain't got shit to say to me.
Look, you know this was
not my fault, right?
Fuck you. Fuck you and Meech.
You motherfuckers lie
more than you breathe.
Stay the hell away
from my fucking house.
Mo. Mo!
Okay.
Before the Jheri curl,
Tommy Hearns
used to come in here
with all the Kronk fighters
and get lined up.
I ain't here
for a trip down memory lane.
You said you had
some information for me,
which is kind of weird,
'cause I never took you
for a rat.
That's funny,
coming from a crooked-ass cop.
The hell you want from me, Pat?
I know you ain't call me
down here
to shoot no pool or shave me up.
If I give you some info
and a nice little chunk
of change,
you'll work for me?
I'm a cop. I work for Ecorse.
Your paycheck might say that,
but you work
for Demetrius Flenory.
Look here, I don't know where
you gettin' this information,
but you might wanna
check your sources.
You know, pretenders like Meech
only become holy rollers
with assistance
from people like you.
Well, last I heard,
you was bankrolling him.
So what happened?
He break your heart?
Did he step out
with somebody else?
Stop playin'
like this motherfucker
ain't our mutual problem.
What I'm offerin' you
is beneficial to us both.
And you gon' get
a bigger slice of the pie
than whatever the fuck
Meech was giving.
So let me get this right.
You call me down here
thinking I would what?
Like I would agree
to be your bitch?
- Your bag man?
- Nah, nah, nah, nah, Detective.
I just thought,
with your experience,
that, you know, you-you could
see the whole board.
Now I see that you
just as backwards
as all the other people
in this damn town.
You niggas from New York,
you always act
like your shit don't stink.
I ain't gon' go that far,
but we definitely slicker
than you motherfuckers.
For sure.
Detroit ain't about open hands.
We about closed fists.
Anybody who think otherwise
will get knocked the fuck out.
- That's cute.
- Yeah, it is.
But for you, it's a premonition.
See, you a dinosaur, Pat.
And I'm the nigga
gon' make you extinct.
Trust me when I say it.
Our next meeting
won't be this peaceful.
These shoes better be
as shiny as you say.
Makin' me drive
all the way to Northland.
- A-1 since day one, nigga.
- Mm-hmm.
Go ahead, check it out yourself.
Shit.
If it's like that,
I might know some cats
outside the hood
who might wanna holla.
The more the merrier.
Why you doing this,
though, Tiny?
Man, you Ecorse nigga for life.
What's up?
Right.
But you see,
I'm a businessman first.
Ain't got shit to do
with no streets
or loyalty or no colors.
Dig it? Just get the money.
♪ Ready, one
Two, three, four ♪
Hey, yo, I'm glad you put
that Cybotron shit
on my mixtape, dog.
Come on, dog,
you know I got you.
I'm about to put some ice
in this
so I ain't all sloppy at work.
Hey, hit me
with some more Kool-Aid.
- Mm.
- A'ight, thanks.
- Rollie left already?
- Nah. Where you coming from?
Grinding, nigga.
And I got the money for Big L.
We ready, all right?
So fill me in
with everything I need to know
about Big L
before we go meet her.
You not coming, Meech.
Big L just wanna do
business with me.
Man, get the fuck
outta here, man.
She square business.
She think you too flashy.
Flashy?
She think I'm too flashy?
Man, what type of lame-ass shit
is that?
Dog, look at you.
Look at what the fuck
you wearing right now.
All right, fuck it, then.
We'll find somebody else.
No, the hell we won't.
Look, people ain't gotta
like us both for us to win.
Look, we brothers.
At the end of the day,
we always gonna
hold each other down,
no matter what.
Just fall back.
Let me run point,
same way you ran shit with Pat.
A'ight?
Yo, where this nigga Tee going?
He going back to the crib.
Let me ask you something,
though.
Think I'm too flashy?
Nigga, I been staying
across the street from y'all
way too long to get caught up
in you and Tee's bullshit.
Here, drink.
Flashy.
Motherfucker think I'm flashy.
Fuck.
What he say he wanted
to talk about?
Just called, said he remembered
something else
about the guy that he saw
put Jay-Mo in a car.
You sure this witness
is even reliable, man?
Hey.
Mr. May ain't there.
He left yesterday
with some boxes and suitcases.
Looked like he gon' be gone
for a while.
Come on, girl.
Shit.
You take care of it?
Yeah, I took care
of that shit, man.
Why you still stressing?
'Cause the witness saw
the person who snatched Jay-Mo,
and you ain't been answering
your fucking pages.
Man, I ain't
at your beck and call.
Look, all you need to know
is, it's done.
He probably halfway
back to Cali by now.
There's only one more thing.
This here? Also done.
♪ Let me lay the path
To destruction ♪
♪ Followed by construction ♪
♪ Rebuild your life
With my instruction ♪
♪ Keep it on, follow my lead ♪
♪ You wanna flow
Microphone masters ♪
♪ The macaroni zone,
They sippin' they swallowin' ♪
♪ You on the right path
Keep following ♪
Ooh, yeah,
that's what I like to see.
How the hell you get in here?
Spare key's still out back.
But you know, since they asleep,
I had to come see
for myself, baby.
Like I said,
the lies we tell each other
are fucked up.
So are the lies we tell
to cover that shit.
This is our token to
independence right here, baby.
We did it, Tee.
Man, what the fuck
is wrong with you?
Yo, this shit don't ever
get old to you, man?
Hell nah.
Making money rejuvenates my ass.
I'm talking
about everything, Meech.
Me getting shot, Jay-Mo, Rock,
and now we kidnapping
little girls
and going to war with Lamar?
Nigga, that's not our fault.
All right, and we ain't do shit
to Jay-Mo and Rock.
Man, that was all Pat
and B-Mickie.
That's bullshit, Meech.
People are dead because of us.
And yeah, we didn't pull
the fucking trigger,
but we may as well have.
But the worst lies,
are the ones we tell ourself.
keep the yard manicured
and maintain foot traffic,
our stash gon' be good.
Fuck!
I love you.
I love you too.
Lamar.
I don't know, it's something
different about you.
So I guess you want us
to fall back
while Old School work his magic.
I gave you the info
to the food trucks
and the stash house.
I'll do what I have to do
to get their trust.
You been looking at me
like you a dog
and I'm a damn steak,
so no, we ain't fucking.
Came to see
if you wanted some company.
I got a little extra for you
for your inconvenience.
You still need me
as much as I need you.
We can file a malpractice suit.
I want them to pay
for what they done to my son.
- You Big L?
- I only work with you.
I don't work with your brother
or anyone else directly.
Not a problem at all.
Fuck!
Somebody hobbling around
southwest Detroit
with a fucked-up limp right now.
Old boy got us for everything.
We just lost
everything we fuckin' had.
Everybody lie.
All the time.
'Bout big things, little things.
Most of us learn
to do it at an early age.
Okay, sweetie.
So take this note
to your teacher,
and if she asks
why you were absent,
just tell her
you weren't feeling well, okay?
Yes, ma'am, but why can't I
just tell the truth...
That our lights got cut out?
Boy, just do what I said.
You still doing homework?
- Yes, Daddy.
- Don't work too hard.
Hey, babe.
Does this look good on me?
Yeah.
Looks good on you, baby.
Hey.
We don't do it to hurt people.
We lie because we don't
wanna disappoint them,
because sometimes
the truth is too painful.
Only hours after
being operated on,
you tried to leave the hospital
against medical advice, correct?
Objection to
"against medical advice."
Lacks foundation.
You told a nurse
that you wanted to go home,
and she told you that wasn't
a good idea, correct?
I don't remember, no.
And then minutes later,
you tried to leave
the hospital, correct?
Conclusory.
Your objection is
noted for the record.
You can still answer
the question.
Answer only if you know
that you were trying
to leave the hospital.
I was trying to find my brother.
And as you were trying
to leave, you passed out,
and your smashed your head on
the floor, isn't that correct?
Answer only
what you know happened
and not what
other people told you.
I don't remember.
Would you please take a look
at these photographs
labeled defense exhibits
five and six?
Do these photos show you
and your brother
getting out
of a Mercedes-Benz 190?
Relevance.
This is a deposition.
There's no judge here.
All of your objections
are on the record.
Unless you want to suspend this
and wait for a ruling.
- You can answer that.
- Yes.
In exhibits three and four,
do they show you
and your brother wearing
fur coats and Rolex watches?
What does your father do
for a living?
He works at the Cadillac factory
and the hospital.
And your mother?
She works at Wendy's.
And yet these photographs show
you and your brother
getting out of a $30,000 car.
Isn't it true that you
and your brother
are both selling crack cocaine?
How he was shot isn't relevant
to whether your client
acted negligently
by screwing up his surgery.
Maybe not.
But it appears
that your client is engaged
in one of the most
violent professions imaginable,
so we are entitled to examine
whether or not any
potentially violent activity
that he engaged in after he
was released from the hospital
may have contributed
to his injury.
You know what?
Now we will suspend.
Let's go.
Be thorough.
Motherfucker's always
on some slick shit.
- He's straight.
- - And he better be flush too,
or his ass ain't
walkin' outta here.
- Don't trip. It's all there.
- Get this nigga his re-up.
Actually, I won't be needing it.
What you talking about?
You taught me and Tee
everything we know
about the game,
and I'll forever be thankful
to you for that.
But maybe it's just time
we go our separate ways, man.
Oh, so y'all niggas done
found a new plug, huh,
didn't you?
That don't mean shit.
I still own your rights.
Pat, you said it yourself.
I'm dead to you.
Motherfucker, I been
wipin' your ass for years.
Ever since you wasn't shit
but a speck of dust on the 75.
So I ain't letting you stab me
in my back, nigga,
until I'm made whole
on my investment.
Pat, you been shortchanging us
this whole time, man.
Payin' cents on the dollar
for the 30 grand a day
we been moving for you
for years!
And on top of that, you killed
Rock and threatened me.
Lessons, Meech.
You know what the first lesson
is you ever taught me?
Never get high
off your own supply.
What you saying, motherfucker?
Pat, you like a father...
Shut the fuck up.
I'm just trying to stand
on my own, man.
After everything
we been through?
It don't gotta be like this.
This ain't no friendly push
out the nest, nigga.
You excommunicated.
You banished.
You stay
in your motherfucking lane,
or I swear to God, nigga,
I'll wax your little ass.
- Pat.
- Get the fuck out of my shop.
- Daddy, you're here.
- There she go.
Don't you know
it's rude to wake somebody up
without making breakfast?
- Um, I can make something.
- All right.
How about some, uh,
s-some pancakes?
Okay.
Um, can you pick me up
from school today?
It's up to your mom.
We'll see.
Okay.
I will be back with pancakes.
You don't trust me
pickin' her up?
No, it's not that
I don't trust you.
It's just that ever since
I've known your ass,
you ain't never been on time.
You right, time is not
my greatest quality.
But I wanna be a good dad.
That means be more responsible.
So I promise to pick
our daughter up on time.
Scout's honor.
That ain't no damn Scout sign.
Nah?
All right.
I'm gonna give you this chance.
But do not fuck this up.
I promise, I got you.
Don't trip.
Oh, that was a bright idea
to have a 12-year-old
cook some pancakes.
I know. I know.
I was just trying to buy us
some more time, though.
Lamar.
Come on, tell me
this don't feel right.
- Let me go lock this door.
- All right.
Yeah, I don't know
if I should just keep running
or accept this fucking money.
I don't know, man.
I don't know.
Nigga, don't do
no motherfucking running.
You better take
whatever they offer you
so we can put
this lawsuit shit behind us.
And just let them off the hook?
Get the fuck outta here.
Whatchu looking for, Tee?
Mo' money? Huh?
Meech, I can barely see
out of my fucking eye.
You damn skippy I want more.
Matter of fact,
more importantly,
I want justice, nigga.
That's what the fuck I want,
especially when I'm gon' be
like this for the rest
of my fucking life.
- I get that.
- Do you, nigga?
I get it.
- You do?
- Yeah, I do.
But if you keep pushing,
you gon' put our whole shit
under a microscope, nigga.
Yeah, you didn't think
about that.
Yo, since Pat cut our water off
and this ugly motherfucker
stole all our shit,
how the fuck
we gon' get in with Big L?
How much you holding?
Not a hell of a lot
at the moment.
Shit, then we gon' have
to stutter-step.
Until what?
Yo, I only got
one shot with Big L.
Fuck you mean you got one shot?
I mean we, nigga.
Motherfu... damn.
W-we! Damn.
And we can't let shit
fall apart.
Not now.
We need to go get
our shit back from Lamar.
I don't know how.
Everybody got weaknesses, Tee.
Even that crazy motherfucker.
And I think I might know
what one is, too.
But you ain't gon' like it.
I'm not even sure
if I am either.
Man, I ain't trying
to hear this shit.
I'm out.
Eeeeh!
Hey, Zoe. Hey.
- Uh...
- Hey.
I thought my daddy
was picking me up.
Oh, he got tied up, so your
momma told me to come get you.
You had a good day at school?
- Yes!
- Oh, that's good, that's good.
Thanks for the new shoes,
Uncle Meech.
Oh, you like 'em?
- Yes.
- I got 'em 'specially for you.
What happened to your nice car?
Oh, it's in the shop
right now gettin' fixed.
But are you up
for some burgers and fries?
All right, now strap
your seatbelt on,
'cause we 'bout to go
on an adventure.
If a lie is big enough,
you have to cover it up.
And that's when
the problem starts.
'Cause you have to keep
lyin' over and over again
to conceal your secret.
♪ I got everything
On the line ♪
♪ I'm out here
I'm on the grind ♪
♪ Trying to get mine ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ D's ain't that good ♪
♪ These niggas is ratting ♪
♪ They tell them
What's going on ♪
♪ That's how they know
What's happening ♪
♪ I'm riding
With the top down ♪
♪ Trunk full of yola ♪
♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical ♪
♪ I move that Coca-Cola ♪
♪ Thousand grams of pure ♪
♪ Though I fuck
With the weirdos ♪
♪ They snort away the pain ♪
♪ Bang their dope
In their vein ♪
♪ Shorty crying
Christmas ain't coming ♪
♪ Her pop's locked up ♪
♪ When it hurts the worst ♪
♪ Your ace find out
She knocked up ♪
♪ Welfare ain't an option ♪
♪ When the Feds
Come knocking ♪
♪ It's all fucked up
So wish me luck ♪
♪ At least
You could wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ All you got to do
Is wish me luck, yeah ♪
- Hey. You good?
- Hmm?
You-you know Zoe? You seen her?
Um, I think her dad
picked her up already.
Sarah, let's go.
Hey, remember me?
We got Zoe.
Even exchange.
The stash you stole
for your daughter.
You crazy, nigga?
You fucking crazy, nigga?
Go ahead, nigga.
Go ahead, fuck me up. Do it.
And you'll never see
your daughter again.
Same thing if you try
to make moves against us
or call the popo.
Bitch-ass nigga.
Hey, man, get everybody ass
right now, nigga.
Now! Now!
Coney's got
the best fries, right?
I like Mickey D's,
but these are good too.
Thanks, Uncle Meech.
Hey, you know I don't
live far from here, right?
Oh, I know, but your mom
got really busy,
so I got you for the whole
afternoon.
She didn't tell me
anything about this.
And plus, my dad
was supposed to pick me up.
♪ They said you were
With some other guy ♪
Hey, I thought it'd be fun
to introduce you
to a friend of mine.
Look, I know you'll like her.
She's got plenty of toys
and games.
I guess.
We'll go for ice cream
right after, okay?
You can have as much
as you want.
Look, I won't even tell your mom
if you won't.
A rocky road sundae
with extra marshmallows?
Extra, extra marshmallows.
I don't care about appearances.
I'm talking about
what actually happened.
That offer's
completely unacceptable.
Your client was negligent
and responsible
for hampering
my client's vision.
Terry.
I'ma ask you
this question one time,
and I expect you
to tell me the truth.
Are you dealing drugs
with your brother?
- Nah.
- Look me straight in the eye.
I think you can do better.
Ma, I'm not dealing drugs
with Meech.
I'm not!
- All right. All right.
- Fine.
Let me talk to my client,
and I'll get back to you.
The hospital's making an offer
for $25,000.
- That's all?
- Hold on.
What the hell you mean?
That's a lot of doggone money.
Not for our son's vision.
If we accept it, is that it?
I mean, could we get more
if Terry's vision gets worse?
No.
You'd be signing away
all other claims.
Well, what you think
we should do?
They're gonna make a big deal
out of the fact
that Terry tried to leave
the hospital and fell.
- And the photos...
- Terry is not dealing drugs.
Even if that's true,
if you don't take the money
and we go to trial,
it'll be about
what a jury believes.
If they think Terry's
partially to blame,
they could give him
less than 25,000,
or nothing at all.
We have three days to decide.
Wanna run it back?
You're so much cuter
with your mouth closed.
Yo, what's up with you?
First, you would never look
in my vicinity.
Now you show up and fuck me
like a damn old-school porno.
You're stupid.
Nah, for real.
What's up with that?
You find $100,
you stare around
wondering where it came from,
or you pick it up
and you count your blessings?
I'ma count my blessings, baby.
Okay.
Wait.
Who the hell is paging me
from a 900 code?
That's Meech.
Shit.
Hey. It's Kato.
No, but I'll be there
in a halfie.
Meech says he wants
to meet me at my place.
- For what?
- Hell if I know.
But he said it's important,
and don't be late.
I want you to find
where Meech and Terry
lay their fucking heads.
A'ight, find their momma,
their daddy, their sister,
they drunk-ass uncle,
they big titty auntie,
nigga, I don't give a fuck!
You knew this would blow back
when you snatched they stash.
Pulling niggas off the street
take money out our pockets, man.
I don't give a shit
about no money, nigga.
They snatched my daughter.
Aren't you the one
that said our new mandate
was business first?
I mean, no disrespect.
I'm just tryin' to think
of the bigger picture.
A'ight. You good.
We good, nigga.
And, you know,
you-you can bounce, nigga.
Matter of fact, all y'all can.
A'ight?
W-we good. We good, nigga.
No doubt.
- Thank you for the reminder.
- Anytime.
- A'ight.
- Yeah. Anytime.
Back y'all scary asses up.
Y'all ain't finna do shit.
- Man.
- Dude.
Now, I don't pay you to think
about the big picture, nigga.
Matter of fact, I don't
pay you to think at all.
Lamar. Come on, man.
We need
all the soldiers we got, G.
Y'all get the fuck on.
And y'all better find me
them light-skinned niggas!
- Bryant.
- Can I at least finish my tea?
Interview room one.
Lopez found a witness
on our MIA.
Get in there.
- Let him handle it.
- It's not a request.
I'll be in observation.
How tall? 5'10"?
- No, he was 6'2".
- That's very specific.
I'm estimating to the car,
which was 52 inches,
assuming standard wheels,
which it had.
You like numbers,
huh, Mr. May?
Oh, very much.
I see them, you know?
I see them when I think of them,
in relation to one another.
I'm told that
not everybody does that.
I, for one, sure the hell don't.
Do you?
No.
What else do you remember
about the man?
Well, it was dark out.
He was brown-skinned.
More like peanut butter
than milk chocolate.
And he was 28 inches
across here.
And you saw that person
force someone into a sedan.
It was a Ford LTD.
You know cars, too.
It was a '79, '80,
with the full row of taillights.
Won't help you much in Detroit.
Probably a few thousand or two
floating around in the city
as we speak.
I know a few myself.
You mind if we show you
some pictures?
- Of cars?
- People.
Oh. Okay.
Are any of these men
the person you saw?
No. He's not there.
I am certain.
- Are you sure?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay. Thanks for coming.
If uh, you remember anything
else, Mr. May,
please don't hesitate
to contact us.
Worried about this
doggone settlement.
Don't be.
Terry's not settling.
Since when you start making
decisions like that without me?
Since you moved out.
You know, that's a lot
of money they talking about.
Enough to put Terry
through school
and to get him out from under
his brother's thumb.
Don't start all of that.
You saw the same pictures I did,
and you can't possibly believe
he's an innocent child
who borrowed all that stuff
from his brother.
I believe my son.
And you believe him
when he said Lawanda's uncle
bought that Mercedes too?
That hospital is trying
to get off scot-free.
25,000 ain't no walk
in the park.
That is chump change
for what they did to our son.
And he'll probably be scarred
for the rest of his life.
And now they trying to tear
down his reputation too?
No. Their butts are gonna pay.
Lucille, if you push too hard...
You've made your point, okay?
What's that supposed to mean?
You don't live here anymore,
remember?
- We can't keep her here.
- Why? You got other plans?
No, I don't fuck
with kids, Meech.
Which is why I ain't got none.
The only damn toy
I got lying around here
is my motherfucking dildo.
All you gotta do is keep
her entertained. That's it.
And what if she wanna
call her mom?
Man, I took care
of that already.
Man.
Yeah, look, we not gonna
hurt this little girl.
All we gotta do is just
hold her, just for a bit.
That's it.
Yo, Tee, you on board with this?
Wait, hold on,
I know you not questioning us.
You a fucking foot soldier.
Remember that.
- Hello.
- Hey, Kato.
Hold up.
What's up?
Meech and them snatched
my fucking daughter.
You heard anything?
Nothing.
They ain't told me shit.
Well, I'ma need you to stick
your fucking nose around
and sniff.
I can't start asking about shit
I'm not supposed
to have my nose in.
Somebody over there?
Nah, that's my damn TV.
A'ight, well, if you hear
anything or get a bead
on Meech, I'ma need you
to beep me right away.
Ha. Hey, tell cuzzo
I can't wait to see him.
Where'd they go?
They left.
Yo, this was a bad idea, Meech.
Lamar's gonna snap the fuck out.
Good. Then he see
he don't got no play
and give us our shit back.
Motherfucker,
we just put a bounty
on both our kids' heads.
And not to mention the rest
of our fucking family.
Lamar don't know where we live.
Even if he does, he gon' run up
on them hitters I hired.
For how long, Meech?
And even if we do
get our shit back,
it ain't like this loopy nigga's
just gonna go poof
and fucking disappear.
Man, quit pump-faking, Tee.
It was this or killing
that motherfucker.
Man, fuck, that ain't
the worst idea I heard.
Nigga, what?
Who gon' do it, huh?
Nigga, Bryant's already on
my nuts for this Jay-Mo shit.
B-Mickie's the reason
we in this shit.
And no disrespect, your ass
barely held it together
burying Rock.
So now you telling me
you ready to put a gun
to this crazy motherfucker's
head and blow his brains out?
Tch. Man, stop it.
Yeah, but what if shit
go sideways? Huh?
Then I got a plan to cover
both our asses just in case.
Oh.
All we gotta do
is stick together, man.
Womb to the tomb, nigga.
Psshh. Yeah.
Womb to the tomb.
Lamar!
Are you back here...
You ain't hear me calling you?
Yo, I was just, uh...
Where's Zoe?
I've been paging you.
You supposed to've been home.
She in there
asleep or something?
Zoe, come on. Let's go.
Mommy's... move!
- Somebody took Zoe.
- Nigga, don't play with me.
What the fuck you mean,
somebody took Zoe?
- Look, I need you to calm down.
- I'm about to call the police!
You can't do that.
- Why the hell I can't?
- 'Cause Meech took Zoe!
Meech got Zoe?
Why the fuck
would he do something...
This got something to do with
y'all street shit, don't it?
I knew I shouldn't have
trust your ass!
I knew I shouldn't
have fucking trust you!
- Mo, calm down.
- Let me the fuck go!
- Please, Mo.
- Let me go!
Look, I p-promise you, I
promise you I'ma get Zoe back.
All right? Please.
Look, I just need you
to tell me where Meech lives.
- Somewhere in Southwest.
- What, y...
You ain't never been
to their house before?
Fuckin' lived with his parents.
Hey, yo, 'Mar, man.
Hey.
We can't find them niggas, dog.
A'ight, I done searched
all through Ecorse,
all through Rouge.
Went through every gas station,
church, school.
Nobody knows where Terry
and Meech live at, dog.
That's 'cause they stay
in a hole.
A'ight, I want you to posse up
and go search every single
fucking street out there!
Me, nigga?
- You straight, Mo?
- We good, nigga. We good.
We just need
to find our daughter.
You want me to find her.
I'm hopping around
like a fucking kangaroo.
Which Coney Island did you hit?
Lafayette.
I'm an American guy myself.
That explains things.
Autopsy report confirms
Jay-Mo died
of a single gunshot to the head.
Sounds about right.
Anything in there
we didn't know?
He's got two pierced ears.
You know, I never understood
why dudes wear earrings.
You know, it seem like
some bitch shit,
like high heels, you know?
You know men were actually
the first people in history
to wear earrings?
And there's little documentation
about how it became
a female expression.
Okay.
Something you trying to tell me?
Just that we only recovered
a single diamond stud.
So it's probably at the bottom
of the river somewhere.
Probably.
Just something
to keep our eyes on.
Shit.
- What the fuck you hear?
- Not a damn thing.
Where the fuck is she?
Yo, I don't have your daughter.
Who the fuck
was watching cartoons?
Me. I fucking love Bugs Bunny.
Kato, I swear to God.
Lamar, you know I wouldn't
hide your daughter from you.
Kato, on your life...
Lamar!
Meech, can I go home now?
I have homework to do.
Okay, your mom just went to
the grocery store really quick,
but how about some ice cream
on the way?
- I guess.
- Come on.
Rocky road
with extra marshmallows, right?
Okay.
So you telling me
you ain't seen Meech nowhere?
No. B-Mick hit me earlier,
told me to go home.
Why the fuck they want you
to stay home?
I don't know.
They didn't say why.
All right.
All right, man, where
in Southwest do they live?
I don't know, Lamar.
I don't know.
Hey. Hey.
So we gon' go after
they people or what, huh?
Huh?
I'm sendin' his people
back to him in pieces.
You sure he's not gon' hurt Zoe?
I don't know.
Yo.
This the dead man
that's got my daughter?
- Is that my mom?
- No, it's not your mommy.
Just make a donation.
I'll deliver a doll.
Look, motherfucker,
you just signed yourself
a death warrant.
Hey, well, that's a risk
I'm willin' to take.
Nigga, I ain't gon' give you
shit back, a'ight?
So you do what the fuck
you wanna do.
- Hey yo, Tee, we straight?
- Straighter than 6:00.
All right, bet.
Uncle Meech, we going
to get ice cream, right?
Yep. And then one more stop
before we go home.
Might have to move
a few things around.
Yeah, man, we gon' take
a few hours, bro...
Come on with it.
Come on with it.
Come on, come on.
Surprise, motherfucker!
You know what it is, nigga.
50 Boyz.
Shut the fuck up, nigga.
You know what it is.
You know
what the fuck it was, nigga.
♪ The tune'll get rougher ♪
♪ When you start to stutter ♪
♪ That's when you had
Enough of ♪
♪ Biting
It'll make you choke ♪
♪ You can't provoke
You can't cope ♪
♪ You should've broke
Because I ain't no joke ♪
Get your bitch ass
in the trunk, nigga!
We not fucking playing!
Shut up.
Fuck's wrong with you, nigga?
Ah, shit!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
You see that shit?
50 Boyz, nigga!
That nigga was scared as shit.
♪ 'Cause you're expressing ♪
♪ The rhyme that I'm styling ♪
♪ This is what we all
Sit down to write ♪
♪ You can't make it
So you take it home ♪
Fuck y'all.
I already told you Tom
and Jerry-looking motherfuckers
I don't know shit
about no robbery.
Bitch, we know
you was fucking there.
Our homeboy
shot you in your leg.
Fuck you,
you skinny motherfucker.
- Ohh...
- Chill! Chill.
Let me handle this, B.
Oh, I'ma fucking kill you.
All you gotta do is just
tell us where our shit is,
and I'ma cut you loose,
straight up, no bullshit.
Straight up...
I ain't tellin' you
or this malnourished-looking
motherfucker shit!
Nigga, didn't I say I got this?
I got this!
Damn, B!
Be a good boy, bitch.
Shut the fuck up, nigga.
Now, just do us both
a fucking favor
and just tell me
where our shit is,
before my boy
loses his shit again.
This is what I can
tell you, nigga.
All right?
Your eye is really
fucking misleading, my nigga.
I don't know
what's going on over here.
And second, homie,
Lamar's gonna bring
your ugly-ass baby to you
back in fucking pieces.
Fuck you, nigga.
Fuck!
All right,
this is what I'ma tell you.
Hey, my bitch
hit harder than you.
And look, homie,
you gon' wish the shooter
would have blew
your fucking brains out...
You gon' wish you never
- said that.
- You lopsided... ohh!
Fucker!
Fuck you.
Fuck!
Fuck his shit, Terry.
Fuck you, nigga.
50 Boyz, nigga.
- Oh, shit.
- Bryant.
What are you doing?
Uh, can't seem to find
my house keys.
Want me to chip in and help?
No, no, no, I'm good.
All right.
I'll see you tomorrow.
All right.
The fuck?
Hey, yo, we tried everything.
This nigga ain't talkin'.
Man, do I gotta
fuckin' do everything?
Untie this nigga
and clean y'all self up, man.
Untie this nigga, man!
That's you?
Yeah, you a old head
who tougher than most.
I see that.
Lotta niggas woulda
folded by now.
Not you.
Cut the good cop,
bad cop shit, nigga.
We ain't fucking friends.
Now, see, that let me know
you don't give a fuck
about yourself.
Get your ass up.
Let me show you something.
Get the fuck up, nigga!
I ain't stutter.
Come on, nigga.
You see, I know
you more scared of Lamar
than anything
I could ever do to you.
I'ma show you something.
You see her?
Yo, what the fuck?
Nigga, you ain't
a fucking killer.
Nah, but I'm desperate as fuck.
So you got a choice.
Tell me where the fuck
my dope at
and I give her back
safely to Lamar.
You get to be the hero, nigga.
But if not,
I'ma cut her fucking head off,
and I'ma mail it back
to that nigga Lamar
with a note in that bitch
that say you had a chance
to save his daughter
and you fucking failed.
I'm fucked either way.
Which one you think
Lamar care more about?
A stash he stole
or his fucking daughter?
Fuck.
12th Street
and Harper Ave, nigga.
What?
12th Street
and Harper Ave, nigga.
The stash is in the kitchen,
underneath the floorboards.
Now, you know
what's gonna happen
if I find out you lying, right?
Listen, I'm telling your
happy ass the fuckin' truth.
Now gimme Zoe so we can
get the fuck outta here.
Hey, get this dirty-ass nigga
some clothes, man.
The fuck?
Hey.
Probably been hearing
some foul things about me,
but I want you to know
that none of it's true.
I love you and Zoe very much.
Today made me realize
you were right.
Our family's a hell of a unit.
I really hope that we can
get that back someday.
Daddy!
Hey.
All right,
we're gonna get you home.
Your mom's waiting. All right?
I got that address
on the Flenorys.
All right, Terry Jr.
Finally went down.
Fingers crossed.
That's really good.
You want to tell me
what happened?
My mom wants me to keep fighting
and Pops and Meech want me
to just take the deal.
Terry, what do you want to do?
I really don't know.
I mean, what they offering,
me and Meech make that shit
in a day.
What?
I'm just sayin'
it wouldn't be a bad idea
to have some money of your own.
Of my own? What you mean?
Look, I don't know...
if doing everything with Meech
is best for you.
Or us.
Shit.
Zoe!
Is everything okay, Momma?
I had fun with Uncle Meech.
I'm glad, honey.
Let's get you in for a bath.
Look, Mo, I'm so sor...
You ain't got shit to say to me.
Look, you know this was
not my fault, right?
Fuck you. Fuck you and Meech.
You motherfuckers lie
more than you breathe.
Stay the hell away
from my fucking house.
Mo. Mo!
Okay.
Before the Jheri curl,
Tommy Hearns
used to come in here
with all the Kronk fighters
and get lined up.
I ain't here
for a trip down memory lane.
You said you had
some information for me,
which is kind of weird,
'cause I never took you
for a rat.
That's funny,
coming from a crooked-ass cop.
The hell you want from me, Pat?
I know you ain't call me
down here
to shoot no pool or shave me up.
If I give you some info
and a nice little chunk
of change,
you'll work for me?
I'm a cop. I work for Ecorse.
Your paycheck might say that,
but you work
for Demetrius Flenory.
Look here, I don't know where
you gettin' this information,
but you might wanna
check your sources.
You know, pretenders like Meech
only become holy rollers
with assistance
from people like you.
Well, last I heard,
you was bankrolling him.
So what happened?
He break your heart?
Did he step out
with somebody else?
Stop playin'
like this motherfucker
ain't our mutual problem.
What I'm offerin' you
is beneficial to us both.
And you gon' get
a bigger slice of the pie
than whatever the fuck
Meech was giving.
So let me get this right.
You call me down here
thinking I would what?
Like I would agree
to be your bitch?
- Your bag man?
- Nah, nah, nah, nah, Detective.
I just thought,
with your experience,
that, you know, you-you could
see the whole board.
Now I see that you
just as backwards
as all the other people
in this damn town.
You niggas from New York,
you always act
like your shit don't stink.
I ain't gon' go that far,
but we definitely slicker
than you motherfuckers.
For sure.
Detroit ain't about open hands.
We about closed fists.
Anybody who think otherwise
will get knocked the fuck out.
- That's cute.
- Yeah, it is.
But for you, it's a premonition.
See, you a dinosaur, Pat.
And I'm the nigga
gon' make you extinct.
Trust me when I say it.
Our next meeting
won't be this peaceful.
These shoes better be
as shiny as you say.
Makin' me drive
all the way to Northland.
- A-1 since day one, nigga.
- Mm-hmm.
Go ahead, check it out yourself.
Shit.
If it's like that,
I might know some cats
outside the hood
who might wanna holla.
The more the merrier.
Why you doing this,
though, Tiny?
Man, you Ecorse nigga for life.
What's up?
Right.
But you see,
I'm a businessman first.
Ain't got shit to do
with no streets
or loyalty or no colors.
Dig it? Just get the money.
♪ Ready, one
Two, three, four ♪
Hey, yo, I'm glad you put
that Cybotron shit
on my mixtape, dog.
Come on, dog,
you know I got you.
I'm about to put some ice
in this
so I ain't all sloppy at work.
Hey, hit me
with some more Kool-Aid.
- Mm.
- A'ight, thanks.
- Rollie left already?
- Nah. Where you coming from?
Grinding, nigga.
And I got the money for Big L.
We ready, all right?
So fill me in
with everything I need to know
about Big L
before we go meet her.
You not coming, Meech.
Big L just wanna do
business with me.
Man, get the fuck
outta here, man.
She square business.
She think you too flashy.
Flashy?
She think I'm too flashy?
Man, what type of lame-ass shit
is that?
Dog, look at you.
Look at what the fuck
you wearing right now.
All right, fuck it, then.
We'll find somebody else.
No, the hell we won't.
Look, people ain't gotta
like us both for us to win.
Look, we brothers.
At the end of the day,
we always gonna
hold each other down,
no matter what.
Just fall back.
Let me run point,
same way you ran shit with Pat.
A'ight?
Yo, where this nigga Tee going?
He going back to the crib.
Let me ask you something,
though.
Think I'm too flashy?
Nigga, I been staying
across the street from y'all
way too long to get caught up
in you and Tee's bullshit.
Here, drink.
Flashy.
Motherfucker think I'm flashy.
Fuck.
What he say he wanted
to talk about?
Just called, said he remembered
something else
about the guy that he saw
put Jay-Mo in a car.
You sure this witness
is even reliable, man?
Hey.
Mr. May ain't there.
He left yesterday
with some boxes and suitcases.
Looked like he gon' be gone
for a while.
Come on, girl.
Shit.
You take care of it?
Yeah, I took care
of that shit, man.
Why you still stressing?
'Cause the witness saw
the person who snatched Jay-Mo,
and you ain't been answering
your fucking pages.
Man, I ain't
at your beck and call.
Look, all you need to know
is, it's done.
He probably halfway
back to Cali by now.
There's only one more thing.
This here? Also done.
♪ Let me lay the path
To destruction ♪
♪ Followed by construction ♪
♪ Rebuild your life
With my instruction ♪
♪ Keep it on, follow my lead ♪
♪ You wanna flow
Microphone masters ♪
♪ The macaroni zone,
They sippin' they swallowin' ♪
♪ You on the right path
Keep following ♪
Ooh, yeah,
that's what I like to see.
How the hell you get in here?
Spare key's still out back.
But you know, since they asleep,
I had to come see
for myself, baby.
Like I said,
the lies we tell each other
are fucked up.
So are the lies we tell
to cover that shit.
This is our token to
independence right here, baby.
We did it, Tee.
Man, what the fuck
is wrong with you?
Yo, this shit don't ever
get old to you, man?
Hell nah.
Making money rejuvenates my ass.
I'm talking
about everything, Meech.
Me getting shot, Jay-Mo, Rock,
and now we kidnapping
little girls
and going to war with Lamar?
Nigga, that's not our fault.
All right, and we ain't do shit
to Jay-Mo and Rock.
Man, that was all Pat
and B-Mickie.
That's bullshit, Meech.
People are dead because of us.
And yeah, we didn't pull
the fucking trigger,
but we may as well have.
But the worst lies,
are the ones we tell ourself.